"I see that her name upon the programme is given as Miss Tavernake.

I was seated at the other end of the room but she seemed to me remarkably like a young lady from the other side of the Atlantic, whom I am very anxious to meet." "Perhaps you will kindly put your question in plain words," Tavernake said.
"Why, that's easy," Mr.Pritchard declared.

"Is Miss Tavernake really her name, or an assumed one?
I expect it's the same over here as in my country--a singer very often sings under another name than her own, you know," he added, noting Tavernake's gathering frown.
"The young lady in question is my sister, and I do not care to discuss her with strangers," Tavernake announced.
Mr.Pritchard nodded pleasantly.
"Why, of course, that ends the matter," he remarked.

"Sorry to have troubled you, anyway." He strolled off back to his seat and Tavernake returned thoughtfully to the dressing-room.

He found Beatrice alone and waiting for him.
"You've got rid of that fellow, then ?" he inquired.
Beatrice assented.
"Yes; he didn't stay very long," she replied.
"Who was he ?" Tavernake asked, curiously.
"From a musical comedy point of view," she said, "he was the most important person in London.